EN A horse named hope I've been through the desert on a horse named hope Searching for a way to cut my rope A knife sharp enough to cut my ties A blade solid enough to cut through the lies
EN Alone My eyes hurt from the smoke and the tears My head hurts from the laughs and the beers I have yet to learn how to enjoy my status As If I can’t picture an I without the us Ridiculous
EN Ballad of a sober man There you are, enjoying your drink Here I am, trying not to think About life and my many different selves Trying not to stare at those bottles on the shelves
EN Bedroom bedlam They know they shouldn't But they aren't thinking straight They know a lot of things But right now all they do is feel
